“She’s...dead-” Liam breathed, staring straight ahead at the wall, “And I don’t think that she’s learned how to come back here.” Skilar had gone silent by then, curled up at his brother’s side, having cried himself to sleep. He was so young...only five. He shouldn’t have to know this pain. He shouldn’t have to know the agony of realizing that there’s never going to be a happy moment with his mom anymore. No more visiting late at night or early in the morning...no more quiet conversations. She was gone. She wasn’t going to wake up in the morning and come to talk, she wasn’t going to kiss Skilar’s forehead or hug him like she used to. It was over. And Liam could tell that Skilar hadn’t quite realized that… But I-I don’t want him to-I can see her, but he can’t. I want to tell him this, but…I think he’d just be overwhelmed.
